A theme recurrent throughout the stream is the fact that Woolyand Mr. Bumblebee's views on feminism have undergone an evolution over time.

So have mine. My views on feminism have not evolved, however, because I heard a "better argument" from feminists. As far as I am concerned, arguments are like farts in that any asshole can make one. Nor is this evolution due in any way to me being a "nice person." I am manifestly not a "nice person," something the quasi-literate would have picked up on after seeing my serial veneration of Gore Vidal, Billy Martin, Howard Cosell and Al Goldstein. These four gents, extremely influential fixtures in New York in my early adulthood, were open misanthropists constantly vying to outdo each other and everyone else for the Sonofabitch of the Year Award. To them, receiving Larry Flynt's coveted Asshole of the Month Award would have constituted a more glorious achievement than receiving a Nobel Prize.

It is a New York thing. I was born in Canada and I have been living in Canada in recent decades, but the entirety of my formative years were spent in New York State, which qualifies me as a New Yorker, or an ex-New Yorker, at any rate. New Yorkers have an ingenuity unknown amongst others in the human race. For these others in the human race, "asshole" describes a part of their anatomy. Us New Yorkers/ex-New Yorkers turn this part of the anatomy into dual-use technology. For us, "asshole," more than being merely a part of our anatomy, is also an integral, an outstanding part, of our identity, of our personality. For the uninitiated who come from areas where country music predominates on the radio, the appropriate response when in New York to someone shouting out to you "Hey, Asshole!" is "What?" Gore Vidal was born in the Midwest, but he ran for Congress in New York and spent a good part of his professional life in New York City (splitting his time between the Big Apple and his Italian kraal.) Billy Martin was from out west, but is most famous for his professional career in New York. Howard Cosell was born in the South, but raised in Brooklyn. Al Goldstein was New York born-and-bred. The concept of "argument" held by these four gents varies enormously with the concept of "argument" held by YouTubeseratis. The former concept had a lot more to do with the art of the ad hominem, the bar fight and the eternal feud of the columns than it did with the concept of "argument" in the academic sense.

Arguments do not convince me much and I am not a nice person. What, then, changed my views of feminism? The only thing that does impress me. Action. In 2014-2015, I fully supported Jordan Owen and his superb filim, The Sarkeesian Effect. I still do. Other things have happened since then.

Jian Ghomeshi was acquitted of Lucy DeCoutere's false charges thanks, not to David Aurini, not to Lauren Southern, not to the Honey Boo-Boo-s, not to John The Other, not to Jordan Peterson, but rather thanks to a feminist, Me Marie Henein.

As long as there are feminists like Me Henein who prioritise doing what is right over the dictates of ideology, I, going by the concept of "the one good man in Sodom" from the Christian Bible, cannot condemn the entirety of feminism just because of Gail Dines and Anita Sarkeesian, just like I cannot condemn the entirety of Blacks/Africans because of Robert Mugabe when I know that the Kings African Rifles, the Tirailleurs Sénégalaises and AMISOMwere/are nothing at all like Robert Mugabe or ZIPRA.

(And, a short aside for thems who think that 2017 is the Year Zero and that #BlackLivesMatter is the mother of all dangers, compare what #BLM has done to what ZIPRA has done, and you will see why many of us regard you as a 2017 Ersatz for Benny Hill.)

So, let me straight up say what my current position regarding feminism is.

As long as feminists and feminism do not impede my ability to legally purchase and enjoy videos of Belladonna shoving her baseball bat up Melissa Lauren's anus, I do not have a problem with feminists and feminism.

Let me put my current view of feminism another way. ESPN has this show called SportsCenter. Canadian broadcaster TSN has this show called SportsCentre. Both run for about an hour or so. Are either representative of sports? At least in terms of baseball and basketball, the answer is a clear NO! Having only an hour or so, both shows only run the highlights, those sweet pitches that led to strikes or homers, those shots that connected, especially those from downtown. They do NOTshow the balls, the fouls, the walks and the shots that failed to connect, of which sweet pitches and shots from downtown comprise a fraction in any game. Likewise, narrowing one's total concept of "feminism" to Gail Dines and Anita Sarkeesian obscures the Me Marie Heneins of feminism, thus giving a skewed view of feminism and feminists as they actually exist today.

Anita Sarkeesian is a spent force. She has been thoroughly exposed for all the world to see by Jordan Owen's The Sarkeesian Effect. And she failed to get Adam Baldwin fired from his steady gig for coining the term #GamerGate. Anita Sarkeesian, in other words, is just like Rob Black (thoroughly exposed and debunked by Seam Tompkins of The Real Porn WikiLeaks, has not been active in the industry for years, has not put out a new YouTubes video in months), Mary Sunshine and the Donkey (also thoroughly debunked by Sean Tompkins of The Real Porn WikiLeaks), and Puke Fjord and Gene Ross (debunked roundabouts a decade agoby the legendary, one and only Eli Cross, Puke's website now being run run by Sean Tompkins.) The only significant difference between Sarkeesian on the one hand and Black, Sunshine, the Donk, Fjord and Ross on the other is that people are intelligent enough to no longer pay any attention to the latter four while Sargon and the rest of the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain keep Sarkeesian alive, popular and a household name. Sarkeesian needs Sargon and the rest of the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain just as much as Sargon and the rest of the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain need Sarkeesian. They are each other's respective bogyemen. There are some of us who outgrew bogyeman games some time ago. I am one of those who no longer has the patience or the energy for this particular game of Intar-Webs bogeyman. I no longer think "SARKEESIAN!" with Pavlovian instataneity whenever I hear the word "feminist." As far as I am concern, someone introduced to me as a "feminist" is a Me Marie Henein-type feminist until proven otherwise.

This is not to say that someone who is introduced to me as a "feminist" is someone I automatically regard as a good person. I am an adherent of realpolitik on top of being an admirer of Gore Vidal, Billy Martin, Howard Cosell and Al Goldstein. I do not think people are "good" or "bad," but, rather, I think that people have interests, to which concepts like "good" and "bad" serve as window dressing. As well, I regard humanity as a whole to be a failed experiment. In the latter regard, me automatically disliking someone because that someone is a feminist or because that someone is of another race is a wasteful, energy-intensive duplication of effort.

Our time here on Earth being finite, I have never been on Facebook, Tweeted, Twittered, Skyped, Snap-grammed or whatever the hell it's called.

The same page lists young Mr. Buckley as being born in New York City, which may lead some to wonder if I am being tribalistic in favouring a fellow New Yorker over the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain, whose leader, Sargon, is openly a Ronnie and Reggie Kray impersonator by day. This is not the case. Young Mr. Buckley, you see, like his father, like FDR and like FDR's cousin and political enemy Alice Roosevelt Longworth, understood that, just because one is from New York, one does not have to constantly sound like one is from New York, i.e. like the kind of outer-boro hoodlum that Edward G. Robinson and George Raft played and that Vin Diesel, Leah Remini, Vince Russo and the current tenant of 1600 Pennsylvania are. Both Buckleys and both Roosevelts sound a lot like I did before my years of love of nickel cigars (past) and of Buckfast (still ongoing) made listening to me an acute form of auditory torture. Prominent Ka-Ka-Stanian Shoe0nhead, like young Mr. Buckley, is from New York. Unlike young Mr. Buckley, Shoe0nhead is completely incapable of speaking Nice, Normal Person English and can only speak outer-boro hoodlum. Shoe0nhead looks very young, young enough to consider 2017 to be the Year Zero. It is quite possible that she is unaware that the current Los Angeles Dodgers were once the Brooklyn Dodgers, and that the then-baseball commissioner ordered then-Dodgers GM Leo "The Lip" Durocher to stop associating with known hoodlums such as later went on to have an instrumental role in the founding of Las Vegas. When I grew up in New York, kids who spoke outer-boro hoodlum were smacked in the head repeatedly by teachers until they spoke like the Buckleys and the Roosevelts. When Shoe0nhead grew up in New York, it looks like schools no longer prioritised things like manners and not associating in any way with the absolute worst elements of New York's heritage.

So, lengthy aside on the Buckleys and New York over, back to the topic of my view of SJWs. There is this YouTuber I find to be affable enough named Memes-ogyny/Memory Holliday. Understand, here, that "affable" denotes a style of presentation and does not constitute a statement on whether or not an "affable" person is kosher. Customer service representatives at groceries and other shoppes, banks and theatres are all extremely affable...especially when they are trying to push onto me this Super Magic Discount Dildo that will save me billions of pennies every time I make a purchase worth $1K or more. Despite the fact that they are affable, I regard customer service representatives to be among the lowest forms of life on earth, except maybe for the one or two who can read body language and other paralinguisticssufficiently competently to understand that, the second time they see me, any attempt to push onto me their Super Magic Discount Dildo will be entirely fruitless.

So, Memes-ogyny/Memory Holliday. In the following vid by her husband Jeff Holliday, she states something to the effect that she left her science studies because "social justice" forced her out.

I have not looked through Memes-ogyny/Memory Holliday's entire channel, which means that it is entirely possible that I missed a video of hers wherein she details exactly why and how "social justice" forced her out of her science degree. Nevertheless, I find this report of hers to be extremely sad, and I cannot help but wonder if Memes-ogyny/Memory Holliday's youth and cohort membership was an element in her decision. You see, I studied biology in college. This would be roundabouts the time the Beta-Max began killing off the Grindhouseas an active genre. In other words, the Berkeley riots and Kent State were fresh memories. So were all the bombings carried out by the student terrorist group the Weather Underground, which, just as ZIPRA compared to #BlackLivesMatter above, makes today's campus riots seem hardly remarkable. Richard Nixon was even more reviled on my campus than Milo Yiannopolous is today despite the fact that he had not been President for some years. There were radical professors and students a-plenty on my campus.

So, I kept my nose down and focused on my coursework. College was 9-to-5 for me. It was not my whole life and it played only a minimal part of my social life. Yes, I had to take courses taught by radicals where the most outspoken students were radicals and wherein the views espoused were entirely antithetical to my own. How did I handle this? Simple. By then, I was aware that, although I had a First Amendment rightto walk into a shoppe, bar or poontang palace known to be affiliated with or directly owned by a certain Club whilst sporting a rival Club's colours or support paraphernalia, I would get an ass-whipping so severe as to render me incapable of filing a civil rights lawsuit as a result. I simply transferred this knowledge to the college setting, promptly executing a verbal and a written "SIR, AYE-AYE, SIR!" when asked, knowing that a copy of the latest edition of Al Goldstein's Screwwas wrapped around my even more offencive nickel cigars in my satchel and then executing a perfect about-face and proceeding to march to the latest filim featuring the ever so lovely Barbara Bouchetor Claudia Jennings, their full, politically extremely incorrect, beauty and splendour on full display in lush colour. In that manner, I managed to wade through all the radicals' nonsense and get exactly what I wanted out of that, my first, pre-accident, go-round at secondary education, which was my degree.

Maybe this is a function of the vast differential in, not only age, but also (and perhaps even more importantly) in cohort, between me on the one hand and Memes-ogyny/Memory Holliday on the other. Perhaps it is also a New York thing on my part. Memes-ogny/Memory Holliday and her husband Jeff speak English with hardly a trace of accent, which means that it is rather difficult for me to determine where in North America they are from/reside. They do not quite sound like Christopher Buckley and they definitely do not sound like Shoe0nhead, Vin Diesel or the current tenant at 1600 Pennsylvania, which renders it reasonable to conclude that they are not from New York, but rather from one of those States or Provinces where everything shuts down on Friday night so everybody can watch the local high school football team play, the kind of place where the phylum best represented by the character "Travis Mack" of the second season of Dwayne Johnson and Dany Garcia's superb TV series Ballersis overabundant. If my conclusion is valid, it stands to reason that Memory and Jeff Holliday are nowhere near as familiar with the concept of "asshole" as dual-use technology, as being an integral part of the personality as it is of the anatomy, as I am, being an ex-New Yorker. This would suggest that Memory Holliday's experience with dealing with assholes quapersonalities is less extensive than mine, hence a possible lesser capability to deal with assholes qua personalities in the specific form of social justice jihadists, and thus her early exit from college.

Related to this is something Jeff Holiday said in the above video and something he said in a previous stream. In the above video, he describes himself as a person of some life experience. In the previous stream in question, he openly points to his wearing a Ka-Ka-Stain t-shirt. Many Ka-Ka-Stainians have argued that the Ka-Ka-Stain flag is meant to be an artistic diss of National Socialism. This, too, can be attributed to their youth and cohort. Ka-Ka-Stainians have the impression that they are being edgy and novel by wearing something that resembles something from the Third Reich. They are about four to six decades behind the Zeitgeist in this regard. From the 1950's to the 1980's, you see, 1%ers (what the sensationalist media love to refer to as "outlaw bikers") openly wore the Hakenkreuz (swastika) on their colours for the express purpose of being outrageous. From the mid-1980's onwards, the big, international 1%er Clubs ordered their members to cease this practice entirely, because this practice gave the peelers an excuse to toss and infiltrate them in many places. Over the years, there have been successful prosecutions of individual members and even of large segments of chapters, of some Clubs. But not one RICO/RICO-style prosecution has ever succeeded against the international Clubs as a whole preciselybecause the Clubs, in that regard, behave like adults and minimise activities that tend to cause controversy and attract heat. Compared to 1%ers, the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain is an entirely dilettantish affair, showing zero signs of anything remotely approaching adulthood.

Related to this is something Kraut&Lies said in a recent video about Antifa about the fact that he grew up in the late 1990's and 2000's, something belied by his deep voice. Kraut&Lies approximate revelation of his age and cohort explains why he, along with Sargon and Vee, are whinging away at the recent CNN meme story like it was the shiniest new thing since sliced ka-ka.

CNN, you see, was founded by one Ted Turner, otherwise known for his entirely embarrassing attempt to imitate Rob Black's Xtreme Pro Wrestling, called World Ca-ca-shit Wrestling, but best known for being Mr. Hanoi Jane Fonda. Right off the bat, that is enough to tell anyone with a sufficient feel for living memory that any news outlet affiliated with Ted Turner is, by definition, going to be less than kosher. Then, in 1998, when Kraut&Lies, by his own admission, was still polishing up his shoes to a bright--but not toobright--sheen so he could see what his teacher had under her dress, CNN ran this completely fake news story "Tailwind" accusing US Special Forces personnel of committing atrocities during Vietnam. Compared to that, the little meme story that Kraut&Lies, Vee and Sargon are all ginning up a whole EM field flapping their pie-holes about is hardly even a footnote.

Then again, Kraut&Lies, Sargon, Vee and the rest of the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain must really think that 2016/2017 is the Year Zero if they are so naive to think that the media ever actually was fair and balanced in any regard, something that simple Google searches of the terms "John Newman Edwards and Jesse James" and "William Randolph Hearst USS Maine" would have entirely clarified for them (and for anyone else, for that matter) within seconds. Seeing as how this has always been the default condition sine qua non as regards the media, the best thing Ted Turner could do right now is fire the dismal morning show clown Peter-Principled to the evening news that is Don Anderson and give Eric Bischoff--who has worked for Vinnie Mac's successful WWE for years--complete creative control of CNN's news division. Bischoff, unlike Anderson, is talented enough to make CNN's bovine scatology entertaining, if not plausible.

Some may have mistaken my statement "what the sensationalist media love to refer to as 'outlaw bikers' " four paragraphs up to mean that I am open to some "Come To Laci Green"-style rapprochement with the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain. In reality, sensationalist media--and movie makers--have been referring to 1%ers (the term comes from the American Motorcycle Association referring to those at the heart of Hollister as "that 1% of motorcyclists who do not follow the rules") since the 1950's at least. This sensationalism was a thing, in other words, before either I or the grandparents of Laci Green, Sargon and the rest of the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain were even born. That CNN is engaging in a lot of it of late hardly rises to the level of commentary as far as I am concerned. It is certainly not enough to get me to join any YouTubes cult.

Sports media today do not have the taint that Don Anderson and Valley Girl Megyn Kelly do. That does not make them any more reliable. Turn on a baseball or a basketball game, and you will hear a lot of the commentators talk about a player's averages. These averages are measures of past performance, which means they are imperfect at best as indicators of what a player will do, given that each pitch, each swing, each shot and each pass--and, in and of itself, each game--is a discreet event, mathematically speaking. Why does this matter? If we look at these indicators of past performance, LeBron James looks like a better player than Steph Curry (the latter who, incidentally, has over 9 million Twitter followers while Sargon does not even have half a million Twitter followers.) What these indicators of past performance largely fail to capture is the fact that, as Marcus Thompson II reports in Golden: The Miraculous Rise of Steph Curry, Steph Curry is a total team player and a natural leader, which means that his greatest contribution is not necessarily best measured by his individual averages and is perhaps more accurately gauged by how the Warriors perform overall in games in which Steph plays.

Related to this, Steph Curry has made pro-gun control advertisements. As a result of this, according to Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain dogma, I should immediately do to Steph what Kraut&Lies, Vee and Sargon did to Vadim Newquist and Dave Sherratt and declare Steph Curry to be a "suppressive person," call for his "disconnection" and then proceed to Squirrel-Bust him. I admire Gore Vidal far more than I care for the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain. Gore Vidal, author of Myra Breckinridge (not exactly a prominent novel on standard-issue conservative reading lists) was a big enough man to appear with and behave entirely cordially to Pat Buchanan, a sectarian bigot and an arch-conservative in the clip below during the early 1980's.

Likewise, Billy Martin was an avowed enemy of the debutante George Steinbrenner, with who he had serial screaming matches in private. In public, this is how Billy Martin behaved in the presence of Steinbrenner, who he rightfully loathed.

Likewise, in private, Billy Martin used the "f" word more often in one sitting than Andrew Dice Clay and the entire constellation of rappers did in the entirety of their careers. In public, this is how Billy Martin usually behaved.

Unlike the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain, Gore Vidal and Billy Martin were open misanthropes ever-aspiring to ramp up their sonofabitchery. and unlike the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain, Gore Vidal and Billy Martin had class and grace, enough so to behave like gents in public, even when they were around people they strongly disagreed with or openly despised.

I would like to close on a related note on entertainment, specifically regarding the upcoming filim Dunkirk. I have very mixed feelings about this filim. On the one hand, I am powerfully tempted to see it. On the other hand, I also know that, if I do see it, I am very likely to consume a lot of Buckfast immediately after. Dunkirk looks like a good filim. A toogood filim, in fact, a toogood filim in the sense of Cross of Iron, the original 1990's Stalingradand Der Untergang, or, for Americans, the more recent Saving Private Ryan, Black Hawk Down, We Were Soldiers and Hacksaw Ridge. In case you are not grasping it, let me spell it out for you. The difference between all the filims mentioned in the penultimate sentence on the one hand, and the Bela Lugosi and Jess Franco/Christopher Lee Draculasand the Hammer Horror installments of Dracula on the other is that the Draculafilims are special effects and superb acting extravaganzas while the filims mentioned in the penultimate sentence depict, actual, real-life horror.

That being said, according to both Anita Sarkeesian and Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain dogma, I must whinge furiously and angrily against Dunkirkbecause it most likely inadequately and insufficiently represents the experience of the 2nd Bn, Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers, who were among the units evacuated. I have a special love for the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers, who, during the Seven Years War and during the Revolution, operated within a few hundred miles of places where I have lived. The difference between Anita Sarkeesian and the Republic of Ka-Ka-Stain on the one hand and me on he other on this matter is as follows. I fully understand that the 2Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers were but one battalion among the three Corps of the British Expedtionary Force (one corps consists of two or more divisions plus REMFs, each consisting of three brigades plus REMFs, each consisting of three battalions plus REMFs.) I further understand that 2Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers were Ulstermen and that, while I am intimately familiar with the way English is spoken in Ulster, the same is not necessarily true for English, North American or ANZAC audiences, which would render Dunkirkfocusing exclusively on 2Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers a movie of lesser appeal than would be a Dunkirkwhose main infantry characters are not necessarily drawn from 2Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers. As I said, I have a special love for the (now sadly defunct) Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers. However, I am not going to be outraged, saddened, depressed or "have my childhood ruined" if they are not paramountly represented in Dunkirk.